Recoleta cemetery: most popularly known as the resting place of Evita Peron. Wandering there one frost-bitten morning, I was expecting a grassy cemetery with larger, more gaudy tombstones than what I was used to. Completely blown away when I arrived, I lost myself in the maze of coffins and cats creeping in the shadows. I didn't really comprehend the extent of the grandiose city until one day, when I was searching for a hostel for future visitors, this was my view from the hostel's top floor. Can you imagine waking up to this every morning? I knocked on the hostel door, not even cognizant of my location with respect to the mini-world, climbed five flights of stairs, and stumbled upon... Unreal.
